| some things should've been made private long ago. |
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| im sick of people reading my weblogs i dont know how to put all the past ones in private entries. this ends my xanga at lesat for now. you know howi can never make up my mind.
but yeah so from now on if you want ot tell me something tell it to me dont just be like read my xanga cuz and expect me to know everything about your life |
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| matt, oh what can i say about you? besides that you rock my bockSORS i love you like a brother. and when i say taht i say it the way black people mean it.
though he did violate my eprops so im grounding him for a week. =) |
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| how do i live without you?
oh how do i breathe without you?
baby i want to know
how do i ever,
ever go on?
how do i, oh how do i how do i live?
well actually i know how i will live and breathe cuz it's not like your my whole entire life (no offense) but it's still weird because you're a bigger part of it than most people are. it's kind of painful to wear a daily reminder but it also makes me happy. laaaaaalaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaa you said you'll miss crazy smiley me and i'll miss you making me crazy and smiley okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk no one is allowed to comment.
if you comment i will not talk to you for a week, i dont care who you are. i will block you and you know i will. |
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| k xanga just deleted my entry. it was a long one too. but now you guys just get these little comments
a) that sonata song on the piano is pretty and it made my friday, i hope im not butchering it
b)people who attack my feet should DIE. that includes the seaweed. people who save me like manuela should LIVE.
c)miss saigon was neat. i am supa dupa enthused about boston u now. oh man you have no idea.
and ps? i am cool even when there is no breeze. |
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